My walks to and from work are typically pretty reliable sources for weaves. But when I veer off my usual path, I definitely find new material for this site.
A few weeks ago, an extra-long dog walk produced this, at 17th and Market streets.
The streets of St. Louis are practically crawling with discarded bits of hair: all manner of weaves, extensions, braids and wigs. We're not sure who they once belonged to. We're not sure how they became separated from their owners. But we document them here.
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